I spent a lovely Friday with my colleagues at the newly opened and uber chic SoHo House for an off-site meeting. I couldn't help but wonder though why rooms are ever adorned with animal rugs. It not only gets at the animal lover in me but it also peeves my sense of style! If you want to kill 2 birds with one stone here it is! Cruel and Ugly...awesome!!
There it is...(puke, puke)
There's the zebra's face in its entierty!
Mr. Zebra's eye and ear:
Look at those flappy ears.
Oh! Did I mention there were 2 dead zebras in the room?? Yes, there were and this one had flappier ears:
Yes, look closely and you'll see the tiny strand of hair...yes, that's the zebra's eyelash!!!
Since they were already dead and on display, we thought we'd have some fun with it so Jonah draped the poor thing over 2 side tables...
and there's Liz riding it! Yeehaawww!!!
Final ponderance: Was this patch where the bullet hole was?!
I THOUGHT this was a crazy enough time, but...then I saw the article about Sarah Jessica Parker having a meeting in the "zebra room"...aka the White Room @ the SoHo House!-This added an additional layer for me.-- I think it's safe to say...that we could serve as 'advisors to the stars' re: how to have a better time in the bizarre, over-decorated/adorned spaces in which only the rich and famous can afford to hang! -When given the opportunity...look what a little creativity can bring to an otherwise 'dead' space!!! : )
That makes me fucking sick.
Well, at least the Soho House is making an attempt at diversity by letting SOMETHING african into the building.
Brandon D. Valentine said the EXACT SAME THING I was going to say.
Those rugs are making me very very sad.
Oh. The floppy ears take me to a bad place.
All feelings of humanity aside--let's take these collected observations into account:
This is a zebra chosen to grace the floor of the Sarah Jessica Parker-going, uber hotchaching White Room at the SoHo House. Hence, this zebra, now rug, was doubtfully your run of the savannah nag if you know what I mean. All evidence indicates that this is a finely striped specimen of the species.
Additionally, I imagine that making Zebra rugs is somewhat of a skilled 'art'--after braining, scraping, chewing, tanning, sanding, boiling, flaying, stitching, soaking, urinating on, etc.--how could the artisan in question lose it so spastically in the last crucial moment? To choose such a mismatched, crudely patched bullet plug is disturbing. Have a little pride people. have a little pride.
Yikes, new thought. What if people LIKE to see where the fatal wound was done. If so craftisans (can I call them that if I want to?)may purposely plug the entrance wound with an incompatible chunk of zebra.
D. and of course. A question raised by our favorite blogger-- Andrea Lily Harnizzle --is it actual a bullet hole? Is it?
Yes. Take these into account of whatever.
please scuse the double post. i had a small YIP
wow. i feel so hip knowing i was here (meaning andreaharner's blog, not the soho house) yesterday long before the Gawker link. wish i had left a comment as evidence. everyone will just have to take my word for it i suppose.
ps. i'm a nerd.
Nice work on exposing the quease factor of dead-game-as-decor.
Where's your PETA link?
I think I am now a vegetarian -- temporarily, as least.
You've got a great eye for detail - that eyelash was the coup de grace.
Congratulations on your gawker link.
Okay, okay-- I hate playing the preachy vegetarian role, but seriously people.
Yes, this is disgusting. But a bullet hole? Do you KNOW how they kill those cows you're eating? At least this wild game had a few years to roam serengetti in peace; he likely lead a happy existance until a bullet quickly ended it all. The beef du jour on your plate lived in its own feces in a small enclosed area until it was strung upside down, had it's throat slit, and watched-- fully conscious throughout-- as its own blood poored onto the dirty floors below.
Sorry, just saying...
ok, but i clearly stated that i had put my humanity aside to discuss the poorly camouflaged 'hair plug' and the aestheitcs of bullet holes. though now that you mention it--they probably electrify the poor sucker from both ends. sigh.
and i try not to eat beef near my keyboard--too juicy. sincerely though heather, your point is very wll taken.
These pics are so gross and funny aaaaand ELEGANT! I can't wait until I'm rich, I'll stomp the shit out of some zebras.
It really is vile.
Thinking that people can have a live animal as decoration. Yuck
It's just a dead Zeebra ladies...what's the big deal?
Soho House has a dead lion in another room...
I'd like Liz to ride me like that. Yeeeeehaw indeed!